A little about love...

Love is grief,
It's never simple nor brief.
It claws its talons in
and holds on so deep
that you can only surrender
or it won't let go.

Cupids bow is the Grim Reaper's scythe,
It's each one's favorite blythe.
Can do anything, pierce or cut
but its target is the heart
and either way it punishes
and kills but that's only the start.

First comes the shock,
The period that knocks
the breath out of you.
You can't believe the feeling
Its sort of tingly and profound
You never thought it was around.

Then the crying.
Night sets to dawn and your still bawling.
Helpless, Anxious and Confused.
You don't know what comes next
You don't know what to do.
But you know in the end you'll lose.

The next thing thats dawning
Is the huge period of mourning.
The heartache of what you have lost,
But you know you have to cross,
It is never wanted or easy
But life wasn't supposed to be breezy

It leaves you hanging,
In a sort of limbo.
The emotions are hot and alive
and you love all the butterflies.
But then the angst and despair
when you know he really doesn't care.

After the mourning
and the feelings that were dawning.
A bitter residue is left behind
As he closes his eyes and says goodbye.
For the last time.
You are standing there,
In the cold, winter open air.

Trust in the world has flown
And you are back to square one.
Looking down at the coffin
Open it up and look in.
And through the dim
You see your body within.

It all started with do you remember...